Well, it's official. I am THIRTY-EIGHT, and flying down the hill to the big one. I sort of just want to get it over with, you know, the whole turning forty. Like ripping off a band-aid, let's just DO IT, so I can begin getting my hair set weekly, and buying sweatshirts with red birds on it.
I'm actually known to always add a year to my age, so here's my latest idea. I'm just going to go ahead and claim forty, now! So, when it actually happens it ain't no thing. Smart?
I fully realize that I have been dreading turning forty since I turned thirty-five, and fighting it tooth and nail, but I had an epiphany. So let me share...
I should just be happy I'm alive, and shut-up already.
So, from here on out, when I start moaning about getting older, tell me to shut-up and be happy to that I'm alive.
But enough with the rambling! Let's talk about my actual birthday!
You know I have the best friend ever, right? RIGHT.
Look at the package sent to me in Michigan! And please note my last name!
When I wake up each morning, I get to open another fun surprise! How spoiled am I?
I think I've celebrated 4 or 5 birthdays up here in Michigan, and as usual they always make me feel special, with gifts and yummy treats!
But the real highlight is always seeing where Pam will send Paul and I for our night out!
We have a running joke with Pam about the fact that she send us to some "interesting" places, you know like dive bars. Ha!
But this place was sitting on a beautiful lake and our view was lovely!
Our food was really delicious and we had a really great night! I can safely say, first day at new age, a success!
So, let's do this 38! Let's bond and try not to get too wrinkly, shall we?
I'm glad I'm still alive!